Elena: There is nothing you can do to stop what is coming now!
Clara: Ahhh! Help me! Someone, please help me!
Clara's body plunged through the vast open space of the multi-story foyer, her arms flailing wildly against the rushing air. The wind roared in her ears, drowning out every coherent thought as panic clawed at her throat. Below her, the marble floor rushed upward with terrifying speed, threatening to end everything in a single brutal impact.
Clara: My baby! Oh God, please, my baby!
Tears streamed horizontally across her face as she twisted in mid-air, her fingers desperately clawing at nothingness. The sheer drop felt endless, a vertical tunnel of horror where time seemed to stretch to its absolute breaking point. High above, the stone balcony loomed small and distant, a silent witness to the malicious act that had hurled her into the abyss.
Elena: (Muttering to herself) Just fall... end it now and give us back our peace.
A high-pitched thriller drone vibrated through the expansive room, amplifying the sheer terror of every single falling second. Clara squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the bone-shattering collision with the unyielding stone floor below. The light pink fabric of her dress whipped violently around her legs like a trapped bird's wings. She could feel the icy rush of air stealing the breath right out of her lungs, leaving her entirely helpless. But even as the floor rushed closer, a sudden movement caught the edge of her blurred vision from across the grand hall. Someone was coming. Someone was moving faster than humanly possible across the slippery marble tiles. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs as she realized who was sprinting toward the danger zone. Could he possibly cross the distance before her luck ran out entirely?